Black & White & White

I was on BBRT and found a hot black man to play with.  Shorter than I would like, but his penis looked formidable.

The plan was to meet up with him after my work-out and our emails etc seemed to be fine with me coming over.  I find his place and pull into the lot.  As I do, I see some other guy go towards the condo to be buzzed in. I hate to say it, but he looked gay and I was wondering, "what are the odds".

I email my new "friend" and say, 'is it just going to be us', he replies yes, but others are coming over later. As I'm getting this, another gay looking dude is trying to get buzzed in.  WTF?

The second guy was larger, but not fat. Not as gay looking but he had a dad-bear thing going. He was having trouble buzzing in - and I thought it was him, but later when i tried to buzz in, it was not that intuitive of a system.

As I was trying to buzz in, guy #1 came down. He looked me up and down and any question of him not being gay was gone - he was totally queer.

But G (I'll call him G) buzzed me in and sure enough the bearish guy was in the condo.  He has an ASL shirt on, so I figured (correctly) that he was deaf.  G was very dark skinned and a lot of informal tatts. Many seem homemade, not prison ones.

He and deaf guy were already naked and all I did was drop my shorts.  Since I assume he met everyone on BBRT, that folks were there for raw sex. And we were. But with a third, I wasn't sure how it was going to play out, since clearly G was the top, everyone else coming over, assuming they didn't know others would be there, were all looking to get fucked.  I was correct.

G went to leave the room and Deaf Guy dropped to his knees and sucked me. I will say, he had a great mouth and knew what he was doing.  G came back and watched. G liked to talk low and dirty - I don't think Deaf Guy heard most of what was said, though he wore a hearing aid.

G went to fuck him, but only two-thirds hard. I asked if that first guy was up here too - he affirmed it. He said the guy just licked his ass - which of course gave me an idea.

With G behind DG, positioning himself, I went under both of them to lick G's nuts and beyond.  G slid into DG and I got a great view of the fuck while I licked. Ebony cock and white ass.

You all know I'm not much of a fucker, but G asked me to fuck DG and I did. It took work and I wasn't horribly stiff, but I got in and fucked. G took his chance with me too - while fucking DG, he got behind me and slid into me - at lest for a while.

G fucking me made me harder, which made DG moan. I actually did ok, fucking for about 10 minutes, but I wanted to cum. I wanted to show off for G and he was telling me I was a filthy white guy he wanted to fuck.

Always nice to hear.

I asked if he was going to fuck DG after I blew a load in him and he nodded.  It was all I needed.

I had a good five day load built up and I shot. ....and shot.   ....and shot.   Then I shot again.

And unlike a lot of guys, I stayed in him for a bit. No quick pull out. I didn't want to drag my seed with my shaft.

As soon as I was out, G pushed in. And he moved in and out, you could see my spunk covering his shaft. It was a sight to be seen. At least I enjoyed it.

It didn't take too much longer for G to use that lube and mix it with his own cum. He buried that dark bone up that guy's ass and just shouted as he was cumming up the ass. It was fun to watch.

While it was happening, I slid on my shorts, and shirt, grabbed my keys and nodded to G as I shut the door.

In and out.

That's what it's all about.

Hot Sex

We'd been messaging for months.  Him wanting me to suck him, me wanting to suck him. It seemed ok. Scheduling was a fucking drag - as it went on for months with no actual interaction other than emails now and again.

42, 5'11, athletic.

But I was in a mood after the married guy in the previous post porked my ass.  As luck would have it, a few meetings got canceled and I emailed the guy asking if he were free. He was, but I had to come to him.  Fine.

His pics represented him very closely, which can be a nice change. He was nice, and in ways too nice, but I can get over that - and later, he'd have hints of less niceness.

While I was supposed to blow him, he started feeling my cock up through my shorts. Then out of my shorts. I felt up his cock through his shorts as well.

He was asking if me blowing him right there in the living room was ok.  Dude, I don't care where I go on my knees - I don't care who sees......most of the time. He mentioned he had stripped his bed for laundry, so he didn't want to go to his room. Ok. Here was fine.

But during the convo, he reached around and started feeling my furry ass.  He liked what he felt....I liked his hands on it. More attention was to my ass than anything else and I sensed a blow job would only be the foreplay - this was going further.   ...and it did - upstairs, exactly where he didn't want to go.

I did blow him. I did eat his nuts. I did munch, suck and kiss his asshole, but we knew what was going to happen.  He kept telling me "good boy" - when clearly I was anything but.

He reached into his bedside drawer and I expected the worse - a condom, as he said 'safe only'. Alas, the only thing he pulled out was lube and poppers. I said nothing. He said nothing.

He put lube on his hands and worked a finger or two into my ass. It felt good. I may have forgotten to mention that I had taken a load a few hours before and it still resided up that bum.

As he worked his fingers up my ass, I felt a little uncomfortable. Then I felt heat. I said nothing. The heat got a little intense and I assumed he was using that KY 'warming' lube. As I have never used/felt it, I had no idea the intensity of it all.

Like a good bottom boy, I kept my fucking mouth shut and let him do what he needed / wanted.  Soon he was positioned behind me, with my shoulders/face down to the mattress, ass up - and him pushing in.

Whatever heat I was feeling was replaced by cock. Hot flesh.

After a few minutes, he pulled out complaining of heat / pain.

As it turns out, he had been chopping hot peppers before I arrived and had not sufficiently washed his hands - if he had washed them at all. The oil from the peppers made its way from him hands, to my ass - and from my asshole to his shaft.

If you're not a fan of hot peppers, one thing you never do it drink water, as it only intensifies the heat. Milk is the preferred method for cooling as the protein does something to counteract it all. And while deep down I knew this, I wasn't really thinking in this regard.

We took a break to cool down and clean off the oils - but I did it with water and a wash cloth.  That did nothing for what I was feeling, but on I was a good 15 minutes into it now and quite adjusted. Still the burned continued. Oddly, it did not dampen our enthusiasm for getting back to the bed.

My mouth went back to the cock and balls, and soon enough, I found myself on my belly and a man with a 6.5" cock back at my hole....and fucking me.  Nice and steady, but not as hard as he could have been.

My hands had been in front of me, gripping the edge of the bed, but he grabbed then, put them behind my back and grasp each wrist. There he held them - forced them - behind to stay behind me as he leveraged himself to fuck me harder.

This was more like it.

His mouth to my ear, biting it, breathing heavily in it and sometimes speaking into it, he pumped my butt with his hard dick. There was some burning still, but I was well past that. The hot sex was now from his hip action and pinning my hands. He was a man on a mission.

In my ear, he was telling me he was going to breed my ass.  So much for 'safe only'.  Typical though.

And breed me he did. With barely a sound or a word, he shot directly up my ass, as deep as that squirt would go into my guts. I took it like a "good boy", not that I had much of a choice in that position.

Afterward, he laid on top of me until he naturally slid out.

He rolled over on his back, I did the same, though this legs were near or over my chest. His cock right there.  I just leaned up and over a bit and it was in my mouth.  Ass to mouth.  He loved that.

He talked of fucking me. He talked of how it felt breeding me. He talked about how my mouth felt on his ass - he said that last part so much, soon he was sitting on my face, my tongue deep up his shitter. He stroked much of the time.

Soon he was over my mouth telling me to open wide. I did and took his second load.  Perfect.  Three loads in six hours or less.

I was laying there with a hard-on, as would almost be expected. I was not expected to cum - I never expect that. It is not my place. But he was waffling on whether he wanted me to or not.  Part of him wanted to see it.  Part of him wanted to deny me. I usually get the denial and am ok with that.

Finally he decided to have me jerk off and shoot my load.  I'm nothing if not a exhibitionist, so I did as I was told.

The load was intense. Plenty on my abs and chest and up to my chin. He even mentioned something about it going past me, off the bed and onto his hardwood floors.  Kudos to me.

I'm not sure it counts, but I got another load that day.  He scooped some of my jizz up and not only fed it to me - which I ate, but he pushed some up my ass too - and it somewhat joined the other two loads already up there.

A hot time was had by all.  I had spent almost two hours there - and I had to get back to work. With my own cum smeared in my beard and his ass smell on there too, I gladly walked back to my car and drove home feeling a bit more sated.

....for now.

Uninvited Delivery

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Lent

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Bigger Than He Appears

He's a smoker, but I got over that quickly.  He's uber-thin too, but nothing to kick him out for.  He claims to have a 6" dick, but trust me, it's closer to 8.  I know a few things about cocks.

"Rick" was on a break, but he was the boss, so could leave office as he desired. At the time, he desired me.

Gentle pushing on my shoulders told me he wanted me on my knees, no playing around. The direct approach is good and I was never planning on getting to know his life story, so we both got down to business.

I already broke you the news that while he told me smaller, the more I mouth-handled the dick, the more it grew - close to 8" and a great thickness. Easy enough for me to take it to the root.

While we never talked about aggression or levels, he was on it. One or two hands on head, sometimes just to be there, sometimes just to be guiding me, sometimes to fucking make me take and hold that shaft in my throat and mouth.

"GAG"!, he mentioned once.

I'll be honest - I fake gagged. I didn't really have a problem taking him all the way, but I know that gagging made him feel good - and that's my job.

But I did go down on him - time and again. His flesh filled my mouth nicely, like it was meant to be there. It sure felt like it was. Rick wanted to fill more.

Over the table I went, ass up, head down. With spit, his and mine, as lube, he pushed in and gained access. As full as I thought my mouth felt, my ass was really filled up. And while he fucked me for a good 10 minutes, that is not how he wanted to end it. I would have LOVED for him to end that way, but he pulled out and sat in a chair.

I went right to my knees and took him in my mouth. I know ass-to-mouth can creep some out, but if you do it right and are clean enough, it's a turn-on all the way around....and you don't have to take a break to clean up.

Rick was not responding as well to my mouth, but with some tongue on the nuts and below, he jacked and got to full hardness again.

"Open up", he told me. I did. Tongue extended, he shot his load mostly there, though some got on the chin, in the beard and upper lip. No worries, I cleaned it all.

I noticed some semen between his fingers and asked for it - he gave it to me gladly.  Then I nursed this dick to make sure there were no traces of cum anywhere. Then he pulled on his pants and went to back to work - one load lighter.

That's Fucked Up

You know me - well, when I blog, you do - but I don't give only the good encounters, but I'm ok with admitting and posting bad ones as well. They are just as frequent as the great ones. It's dirty little secret in the blog world, since most will only post their good to outstanding hook-ups.

It was a scene that started out so good.

Hot man on Scruff - just my type.

Shaved head, nice defined chest, inked, looked and sounded tough. ...and he was in a hotel room less than a mile away from me. It would take longer to walk from the parking area to the hotel, let alone his room, than it would for me to drive the distance.

I got off on the designated floor and smelled smoke. I didn't know hotels still had smoking rooms let alone designated floors. But here I was - bummer. I think a man with a cigar can be hot. I'm not horribly fond of cigarette smokers.  ...and it turns out this guy was one. His room reeked of smoke.

That barely mattered as he opened the door enough to let me in - him there with his great chest, tough guy face and a dirty jockstrap on. He was waiting for me. We got right down to it.

I was on my knees gnawing my way through that off-white strap. I licked it, soaked it, chewed it and rubbed my face against it...all with the approvals from its owner.

Soon enough, the hardening cock was out of the strap. I was hoping for bigger, but aren't most cocksuckers? It was a nice size and thickness, I made incorrect assumptions by his size and and demeanor that he was truly packing.  And it was a very solid 6.5".

I sucked him right there near the first double bed. On my knees, face in crotch while he grabbed my head. Sound perfect, no?

After a while, he moved us over to a chaise lounge. Yes, this place had one. I didn't realize it at the time, but his iPad was playing porn and it was set up next to the chaise. Fine. I don't care if he needs the porn as much or more than he needs me.

But his hand goes to the back of my head and I'm "forced" to take all of his cock into my mouth and then into my throat. I lick the bottom of the shaft during this time - and also as a separate event. I also gnaw a little on his shaft, enough to stimulate, not enough to hurt or him say, "ow! teeth!!!!".

I'd say we're about 15 minutes into this suck and he takes his cock and beats it against my extended tongue. You know the deal where a feeder will grab the base of the cock, pull pack the shaft and then whack it against a eater's face, tongue or lips.  Yeah, he was doing it to me and I'm into that.

But you also know how they use the same motion to take the cock away in a fast motion, just so they can tease you and then hit you with it again - usually leaving your own spit and maybe his pre-cum on your face or in your beard?

I'm sure you've all seen enough porn to know of which I speak, even if you haven't experienced it personally.

It was on one of the pullbacks of his cock that body fluid flew. Not a surprise with the force he was slapping my dick and how wet I had gotten it.

Mind you, I was on my knees, on the floor, while he leaned back in the chaise, so I was looking up at him as any good cocksucker will do. It's important to keep eye contact with your feeder.

But as I was looking up, I also got to see the spit that flew off and hit between his abs and chest - it was mixed with bright red.

He looked at it. I looked at it. His cock still on my face. He saw me looking and I saw him looking.

First words out of this mouth:  "This is fucked up!"

Naturally, his first reaction was that I bit him and made him bleed. I've sucked enough cocks that me truly biting (not the mock biting I was doing) isn't in my repertoire.  I've never purposefully or accidentally bit anyone, let alone drew blood.  I've done this a few thousand times!

I know what I'm doing.

Immediately, I rubbed the inside of my mouth and then spit into my hand.  No blood. Whatever it was, wasn't coming from me.

He touched his dick and more blood.  "This is fucked up", came past his lips again.

He'd say it again another half dozen times over the next two minutes.  At one point he squeezed his dick and blood and either seminal fluid or puss came out the head of his cock.  "THIS is fucked up!".

Yeah dude, I got that!

He went onto say maybe it was from his PA. He didn't have it in and I saw no holes like one sometimes sees.  But he kept squeezing and the blood and body fluids kept secreting. I'm not squeamish, but it was a little gross even to me.

Being the mensch I am, I offered to direct him or take him to an emergency department - not so much for the blood, but I'm guessing there was infection there too.

Clearly, the mood was broken (duh!) and I got dressed and left. I rinsed out my mouth in the hotel lobby and when I got home, used lots and lots of peroxide and mouthwash

I texted him the next day to see how he was, but as you might imagine, he never returned with a reply.

Two Loads. One Feeder.

He said 39, 6'0 hairy and 210 and 6.5". He wanted to unzip, have someone go down on him, suck him dry. He said if he was comfortable he could cum again.

I never really assume most guys can cum a second time, even when they can, usually something triggers in the ejaculation that makes them want to get out of there quicker than shit.  I can be the same way.

At first he begged off because he was on the other side of town, but out of almost nowhere he emailed saying everyone who wanted to hook up flaked. I provided him where to meet and he said he'd be there in 20. He arrived in 15.

There was no foreplay. There was no discussion. He opened his pants and they dropped - and I dropped to my knees. Simple as that.

He (never even got a name) started off small and flaccid.  But after I had him in my mouth a few minutes, he was good and hard.

The man was verbal, no doubt.  I like that. I liked that.

He would tell me how my mouth felt, what I was doing right. Calling me names. It was all too perfect.

At times he'd let me do my job, others I'd feel a hand clamp on my head and my mouth and face would get fucked and fucked hard.  This is not a complaint, just a talking point.

The first part of the first load (oh, yes, there were two), I was on my knees while he stood in front of me feeding. About three-quarters through, he sat in a chair, me still on my knees, between his spread legs. When he fucked my face this way, it was to the back of my head and forcing me down into his lap. I was happy to take it that way - right down to the root. He liked it too.

He told me if I wanted the load, I had to work for it - but I knew that. This was not a guy to give it up easily and he seemed to have cum-control.  Many feeders are weaker and I can get that load whenever I want.  I'm not bragging, just stating.

But I also know a thing or 1700 about cocksucking and how to get the load, and I worked my oral magic for another 7-8 minutes before he asked if I wanted it.  The question was rhetorical as the only reason he drove to this side of town was to feed a cocksucker.  Like me.

The orgasm lasted a long long time. Besides the 4-5 jets of semen pumping into my mouth, as that spunk sat on my tongue, pooling the way I like it, his cock flexed a good half dozen times afterwards - after shocks, if you will. At that point, I could not tell if more cum was leaking into me or not.  I didn't care. I was taking it all anyways.  It was a lot, but I'm a pro.

"Swallow", he barked.  I never intended not to, but to be fair, he didn't really know me. And he was a man who didn't want his load spit out. I totally respect that.  I opened my mouth to show him his load and he told me again - "SWALLOW IT!".

I placed his hand on my throat to have him feel me gulp and he did - but the guy was a rough motherfucker and really really gripped it.   I flashed on a little danger, i mean, hey, I didn't really know him either.  But we were cool.

I went back down on him, as I love to nurse and suck a cock after a guy shoots.  I'm ok with them just going, but I want them to know I really appreciate their cock. I buried my head in his lap.

As a fellow blogger told me, "you make it seem like his (the guy in front of me) is the only cock in the world".

At that moment, it IS the only cock in the world.

At this point he seemed like he was going to leave and he stood. I got off my knees and sat in the chair he had been in. But he stepped next to the chair and waved his softening cock in my face.  I bit.  ....well, I didn't, I sucked.

Soon enough he was fucking my face and getting hard again. He was on the way to load #2.  This time I did more ball licking than I had the last. He responded to that. At some point, he pushes me off the chair and onto my back on the floor.  He squats over me and jacks and tells me to lick his nuts.  I do. He then crams his cock into my mouth and throat - there is no give with the floor, so all I can do is take it and gag a little.

Normally I'm good this way, but something about the angle and his force made it hard to accommodate the prick. He backed off and I went back to sucking.

Then he rolled off me and propped  / sat against a bookcase and I laid supine between his legs and sucked his cock. It was only a matter of minutes before he told me my second load was ready.

While not as plentiful as the first, it was much much much more thick - which was great. It tasted better too - or at least had more flavor.

This time, when he was done, he was done.  He pushed me off him and stood up without a word.

As he dressed, he did what he thought was the right thing and thanked me. I told him he never had to thank me and that it was my place to thank him.

He said he'd return for sure - and maybe with a small group.

Fuck I hope they're all like him.

Kiss and a Fuck

He came in and changed into something more comfortable.  I sat at my office desk continuing to work until he was prepared.

Granted, he looks nice in the tight jeans and tshirt to which he changes, but it's not necessary for me. Not really. By the time we can usually arrange a time, I'm raring to go - no accessories needed, no matter how nice.

But he emerged from his changing area and came to my desk chair - standing in front of me looking provocative. I had not seen him for months and I wanted him - I wanted to be with him.  He leaned down and we kissed. A passionate kiss.

For whatever reason, kissing him makes me bone up like nothing else. I stood and we made-out some more. We kept that up for a few minutes, but in reality, whatever we think we have going on with that, it still ends up being sexual - dick/mouth, dick/ass, mouth/ass.  Certainly more than mouth/mouth or mouth/ear. At least at this moment.

One of the things he changed into was a re gifted present from me: an army green, lace up jockstrap. The pouch was too small for me - and actually for him as well - and even if I could get my meat into the pouch, it would never lace, at least without the balls popping out.

He was spilling out of it too, but more of it was laced than I could manage.  I noticed this after popping the buttons on his jeans open.  From there, I went and carefully used my tongue to snag the laces and untie was I worked my way down.

Using the tongue was important, as if one uses the teeth, one catches pubes in their teeth, making it unpleasant for the mouth full of hair and the tugging of them to the owner. Looking up, he liked what he was seeing - and why not, I bet it was a hot sight, and not because it was me on my knees.

While his cock was pretty much already free before I started that task, I completed my job before enveloping his shaft with my mouth. I blew him for about five minutes or so, making sure he felt good, making sure he was all wet. There was moaning on both our parts. There was his hands on the back of my head, at my throat and on my chin, all for guidance. To break the sucking he leaned down and really really kissed me. It was totally erotic from my end. And it got my mind on moving on to other things......

.....like his ass.  He bent over the desk and I ate his hole. His perfect clean, yet sweaty, hole. I munched. He moaned. Just the way we both like it. I got verbal validation that he was enjoying my work.

After that, I did something else I know he likes:  me licking his boots.  This time I concentrated only on the bottoms of them, me on my back looking up at him standing over me, leaning against the desk.  I licked the soles of both boots before he pulled away, squatted down and sat on my face.  I love eating ass this way. But I love eating ass.  Period.

I'd say we then got to the main event, but I'm never sure what the main one is. For most, it is fucking and it is probably true here as well, but it's such a layered event who know?  It is almost always the final event.

With some lube on his cock and me bent over the desk, he slid ever so slow and steady into me. There really is nothing like that feeling of a cock in an ass. It is fullness without pain (done right). It is pleasure and stimulation. There is a sense of purpose for those of us who take it - and how a man feels being all the way up in you.  It can be intimacy. It can be lust. It can just be a need. Or all of those thing given the time, place and participants.

I'd like to say it was all, but at that point, it was a need - and I dare say I'm answering for both of us.

By this point, both of us were very worked up. That the fuck didn't last longer didn't surprise me. I would have like it to go on a bit, but that's ok too. As you will see below, I was working my ass on his cock when he clearly told me to slow down or stop, as he tried to delay the inevitable. But like a launch sequence activated, there is little that can be done to stop it.

He jetted into my ass - his boys going deep and me glad to be taking them.

I was happy to do it and eagerly await our next time.

Silent Morning Cream

His Scruff picture looked very masculine. For the record, he viewed me but said nothing. I ended up reaching out to him.

5'11", 175lb, short trimmed beard and looking like he would lack hair under the cap worn in the picture.

Pictures are deceiving. There are ways to interpret them, or we build our own back story on the man we see, that we converse with, that we temporarily want. I am 100% guilty of this.  This was no exception.

There was back and forth with vague messages coming from him. He was from out of town at a nearby hotel and leaving the next day - I had nothing to lose. I IM'd him a picture of me sucking a cock. No way NOT to get the point, right?

He got the point.

There was more back and forth on timing, which I feared wouldn't work - and it didn't until the next morning. He was slow to respond to messages but more than insinuated he needed his dick in my mouth. And since he had given me his hotel and room number the night before I took a chance and headed his way (one fucking mile!) and hopes he'd return my message before I got to his door.

He did not.  But I knocked anyways.  Again, I had nothing to lose. Certainly not pride!

The guy answered and let me in. I guess he read his texts? I don't care - he let me in.

But that's when reality smashes into "fantasy". I don't totally mean to disparage, but............

His wrists had too many gold chain bracelets on them.  The same wrists were too limp.  And too many esses fell out of his mouth.  And if he was 5'11", I'm 6'9".  I'm guessing he was 5'8" - tops.

The height didn't matter to me, because the idea was for me to be shorter than he'd ever be. That's always the case when one is on their knees, which is where I went.

At first the cock was unremarkable, but we have all been in that situation - well the cocksuckers and bottoms in this bunch - that what you see isn't always what you get. The guy did grow to a good almost 8" - thin shaft, but still 8".

He stood for a bit as I took him all the way down. Naturally. It's what I do. I worked on him until he was at full mast.

At that point he sat on the edge of the bed and I continued to work on him.  At this point, after being let in, not a word had been said. Not a sound made that wasn't saliva mixed with lips and skin.

Only at some point did he stand back up and say the only words uttered in that room until the act was over: "let's move over to that chair".   um.....sure.

He sat. I went back to kneeling.  This dick pointed straight up and I went straight down.  My lips played with him, my tongue danced, my suction varied - all in attempts to know what I was doing right or wrong by his actions, words or noises.  None of that was to come.

But his cock was hard, so I was doing something correctly.

I must have worked on it with my mouth another 7-10 minutes. Any experienced cocksucker normally can tell the approach of orgasm - even with a silent guy. I'd lump myself into that category, as this wasn't my first cock...........of the week.

I got none of that from him. Not even the additional last minute hardening of his shaft. I suppose if I were playing with his nuts I might have felt them tighten. But I didn't and I didn't.

At first I thought he started to pre-cum and that may have been the case. Then more. Then more.  But then my mouth flooded.  Subtle pulses that spewed semen into my mouth.

There was a lot of it. And it fucking tasted good. And he never made a sound or a move. I swallowed. Naturally.

I tried to get out of there with no small-talk. He tried, but it became more of a one-sided conversation.  I don't think anyone thanked anyone. Not my norm, but I wanted to go. I got a nice dick and a nice load from someone who wasn't as masculine as I would have liked or perceived. Time to go!

I got to the elevator and a masculine balding man in glasses was there in jeans and a button down. With nothing to lose, I eyed him up and down - without subtlety. Both hands were in his front pockets and I was hoping he'd start playing a little pocket pool - but the doors opened up and there were people inside.

He seemed hot, but maybe that was my perception.

Service - update

Yesterday I had my latest follow-up interview for the movie I agreed to do - "Service".

This time is was done with technology - Skype.  It didn't suck - no pun intended.  The filmmaker and I have a good rapport at this point. I have mentioned he was one of the earliest readers of my blog and we connected maybe seven years ago.

The filming of this was quite different than the in-person experience. The first one was getting used to a camera, waiting for sound and the constant checks for highs and lows. Also camera battery packs and back-up for filming in about 17 minute increments.

Don't get me wrong, it was an interesting process, but I didn't have a trailer to go to while I awaited the director to summon me. Such is the life of an ingenue as opposed to the mega-star. I'm sure that will all change.

Doing this on Skype was maybe not more relaxed, but a different feel. While both sessions were questions, it seemed more like a conversation between two friends. I have no idea how I came across at either session, but I was told the first one went well by those who have seen clips. I guess I'll wait to till the big premiere where I put my hands and feet in cement in front of Grauman's Chinese Theater.  Save the date.

I will be interested to see where this all goes. Less you think it's all about sex sex sex - you might be disappointed. This isn't a porn. It's not quite a documentary either - at least I don't think.

Last time we did talk a lot about sex - my sex life. This time it stuck more to my blog, and blog in general. What I write, why I write and how. While not comparing myself to other bloggers, we did talk trends that I see in the sex blog community.

I won't go into detail - I mean, I'll want you to see the movie when it's released. And who knows what will make the cut when it's all done. He can't use it all.........I don't think.

I have no idea how many more sessions we'll do, but I am thinking at least a few more - one attempted for a week or so from now. No idea what the topic(s) will be and I just assume not know. I don't want my interaction to be canned, nor do I think does he.

Editing will be key in this, I'm guessing. I have all the confidence in what Christian is doing.

I'll continue to give vague updates as we move along.  We are a year in (or abouts) since conception and a few interviews down.  Keep the faith.

3 Emails

In a perfect cocksucking world - arrangement for giving head (or getting, depending on what side of that card you're one) should take less than 5 emails - 3 is best. It can almost never be done in two. It just can't.

Three is the ultimate - introduction, one exchange of info the other way, confirmation. Done.

Happened the other day, so I know it is possible. It's not probable, as these guys like to do their foreplay with their hands on home-row, but really, get on with it or keep moving.

The CL ad said he was 37, married, 7" and needing to nut - no reciprocation. Um....ok. He was in the area and at a meeting, he gave a time in his response email, the confirmation was in my hands - and it was a done deal. All he had to do was actually show up.

He did.

No pictures were exchanged, or even asked for. That is either someone who is really confident, really horny or both. He might even be very good looking, but those guys usually want to show off a little. But I never offered my pic either - he was looking for a mouth, not a date.

I was a mouth.

He showed up on time, was true to his description, if not a little plain, but he's a suburban dad - I wasn't expecting perfection.

We went right to business, no formality and to his credit, no hemming or hawing. There was no embarrassment on his part or pretending he was shy about being where he was. He was a man with needs and dropped his pants to get them.

7"c with a curve to his left. I swallowed whole.

He was quiet - nary a moan escaped his lips. I get that, but I like a guy who makes noise - one how groans. One who swears. One who name-calls. And while he was doing me a favor, in reality it was I who was there for him. My likes or needs were secondary.

He let me do my work. I'd take him to the root, I'd tease the head, I'd lick the shaft, I'd play with his sac.

I worked on that rod for a respectable amount of time, but knew I could take him sooner, or later - as I know how to read a guy and his pending ejaculation signs. I was ready for the load - I took it. I took it all.

No moan, nor verbal anything while shooting. I hoped I made him feel good, but other than him cumming, I wasn't sure.

The load was voluminous but had little to no flavor. No biggie. I did what I had to do. I did what he needed.

When done, he thanked me. I thanked him. He asked if I could be his regular cocksucker. I said 'sure'.

We'll see if that happens.

Dude!!!

He's was a surfer type from Orange County. I met him in Las Vegas. There he was on Grindr and Scruff - but clearly so was I, if I knew that info.

'Top' was in his screen name, so I knew what he was about....but even with that you can never be sure. I was intrigued by his pic or I never would have let the exchange go on as long as it did. He was just down the road from me and I wanted him to put up or shut up. I'm 90% sure he was searching for something 'better'. We, as a gender, always are.

I said he had a nice cock for sucking. he replied "I want to fuck". To the point!

5'8", he said. Maybe. Possibly a little shorter. 180, he said. Probably close to the truth. Muscular, he said. He had the potential or once was. He had traces of it, surely, but he wasn't exactly as his pictures said.

Still he was hot and self-assured.

Answering the door to his top floor Mandalay Bay room, he was shirtless and just out of the shower. Still he had grey gym shorts on.

Being a guy from Southern Cali, he had the look. His pic didn't indicate it, but he had long blonde hair tied back into a wet ponytail. With his exposure to surf and sun, his skin looked older than 43 years, by at least a decade older. Still very masculine.

I walked in and he grabs my head and kisses me. He parts my lips so his tongue can go deep. He plays with my nipples through my shirt and of course that gets me worked up.

I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. Mind you, it was still covered by his gym shorts, but I took it to the root. It was a great sight and great sensation for us both. I think it also showed him my commitment. This also elicited the first of many "Duuuuuuude" from him. C'mon, he is from SoCal.

I looked up at him as I pulled down his shorts and tell him 'thank' for not beating around the bush about what he wanted. "I'm not retarded", he replied. But as we know, so many guys are not up front about what they want. His response was great.

I do go and suck his thick dick for a while. Not a long time, as I don't want to get him close - not this way. Nor do I want to lose his interest as he did make it clear he wanted to put pole to hole.

We went over to his king bed and he guided me down on my back at the end. Pushing my legs over my head, he bent down and ate my ass. Normally, I love my ass eaten, and it was ok, but I was thinking it would be more than that. I'm not complaining.

He stood over me and walked around the side so I could get his cock wet. Without warning he bent over and 69'd me. There was never a discussion about touching, let alone sucking, my dick. He did a great job. Good enough that I had to pull him off so I would not get over-excited. This man had me OVER excited.

Since he ate my ass, I asked if would sit on my face. He asked 'why'? He was going to make me say it, as opposed to just doing it. I said it: "I want to eat your hole". He sat on my face.

Since he was just out of the shower, he was clean as a whistle down there. If he liked it, he gave no indication. Maybe he wasn't much into that activity - but normally I get a very good response. I sucked his cock for good measure as it was seemingly the only lubrication that I would be getting.

I was not incorrect.

With another gob of spit on my hole, he lined up his thick penis and pushed in like a pro. It slipped in with very little resistance, but I had one hit of poppers and was breathing steadily to take the invasion. In a minute or two he bottomed out. "DUDE!"

Then the fucking began.

With my knees close to my chest, he had full exposure to my asshole. He used it - that advantage and that hole. Deep strokes. Short strokes. Slow and fast. He'd flex that shaft - or not. He'd do nice even fucking and then jack rabbit like effect.

When he wasn't starting a sentence with 'DUDE!', he'd follow it up with 'I feel so fucking good'. When he'd say 'I' he meant him, not that I made him feel good. He was so into himself that way - if one were less of a man they might take offense to his self-centeredness. As it turns out, it was hot.

He made no apologies when he said what he wanted - what would please him, what would get him off. Why should this be different? He was in this for his pleasure, not to give it.

But he was giving it. Mental and physical. I was very much into it whether it was intended or not. I was full, it felt great - though I knew I'd be a little sore later, and I didn't care.

"DUDE!!! - I am so close". He'd hold back and a few minutes later he'd repeat that line. Then we went two or three more rounds of the same thing. It was still hot.

By the time he was building up that last edge (and over) he started asking me if I wanted the load. Over and over he would ask. Making me ask for it, on the verge of begging for it.

Maybe that is what he wanted. Maybe he wanted absolution for what he was about to do - putting a steaming load of sperm up my ass.

I asked. I pleaded. I received.

He popped up my ass where I could feel the throbs, if not the jets. He kept moaning and moaning, I knew he continued to shoot. Beautiful.

Personally, I thought he'd be spent and done with me.

As he kept his still hard cock up me, he started stroking my hard cock. You know me - I didn't care about shooting my load but he did. He wouldn't let up. And I was still excited and erect.

"Let's see you fire one off".

I hadn't cum for days so he was about to see me unleash - and I did. While it shot on my abs and up to my chest, a good amount ran down my shaft and onto his hand.

"DUDE!", he said as he took his cum covered hand and wiped it in my beard and across my face. I opened my mouth to catch some of it there too.

With amazing grace, he flipped me and moved me, so as not to leak any of his semen onto his 600 count sheets. There were no worries, my ass was clamped and I was keeping that load in.

He jumped in the shower, I started to dress. He showed me to the door when he was done and offered me a towel. I did the cursory wipe of my face, and while others couldn't see the mark, I knew it was there. And I knew it all day long at work.

Thick

He was thick - no doubt about it.

One of his screen names said so, but you can't always believe those, can you?

We had met, we had chatted, but we hadn't done the deed. The question came up if we even should - as we were striking up some kind of friendship. I've never been one to have sex with friends (I know, I know). But the guy turned me on and we discussed and concluded one event wouldn't impede on the other.

The plan was for dinner and maybe something more. We started with something more. Dinner came later.

Shortly after being in the house, his normally friendly demeanor was gone. I was pushed to my knees. He told me to "lick it".

I gnawed on his crotch through his jeans. He moaned. I liked that. He undid his belt and popped the first button of his jeans. I liked that. I popped open the rest. He liked that.

That exposed his white Calvins. I gnawed on those, maybe even got them a little damp. I think I got an approval in way of a fucking moan and some dirty words. That's the way I interpreted it. Fuck, that's how I get through my days. My perceived validation.

Eventually, I pulled down the waistband to expose a beautiful cock. Wrapped around the base was a thick red rubber cockring. It made his natural dick that much nicer. I suspect he needs no enhancements. But it was nice nonetheless.

You'd have to ask him, but I believe I was good at my cocksucking. His verbals were all in the affirmative, even in a dirty way. I sucked aggressively. He pumped my face aggressively. No gags were to be had, I accommodated that rod well. I could have done it for hours.

He (yes, I'm providing no name, or even made up name), told me to stand up. With a stern look, he grabbed my jaw forcibly and rhetorically quizzed me: "you like this, don't you?". With almost no time between the next statement, he did in fact state: "you DO like this!".

Naturally, I answered "yes Sir".

I wanted to so badly to kiss him and he knew it, even before I attempted - even without words. Moving my face, his hand still clasping my jaw, he pulled me back and said, "who's in charge here?" My reply, "you are, Sir".

With that the kiss was mine, but on his terms. But I wanted more and with my lips, but not his. Well, not the lips on his face. He made me ask.

It was a beautiful ass. I fucking loved eating it. He might never admit it due to our dynamics, but he loved me eating it. There was no containing the vocals that were happening above me as he was bent over. It's another place I could have spent hours. Maybe one day I will.

But it was time for the main event. He was rock hard and wet.

Clearly, you know I take it up the ass. I've written about it often. I like it. I like to think I do more than talk a good game. I've taken it. I've taken it hard. I've taken big. But each guy is different in their approach. Top and Bottom.

I dare say that most aggressive top men are faux aggressive. If you say 'stop' or 'go easy', chances are they will. That's great in some regards, disappointing in others. Some say bottoms have all the power, I believe that is true only in weak tops. They can be manipulated.

This one was not to be manipulated or coaxed into doing it other than his way.

He knew one thing about me from this day - other than reading my blog - and that was I had already been fucked earlier in the day, and even still had the load in me, though it had been planted hours before. This was not to be a fresh load/lube fuck. That mattered not to him.

Bent over a chair, he lined up and pushed in. As the title and first line of this post states, he was thick!

I like thick, but this was not an easing in of thick. It was a manly shove. That's ok, I can do it, I thought. But he did pull out, but trust me, not because of me. Though I did go grab the poppers. Then it was back to being bent over.

One shove. One. FUCK it smarted! No way around that.

He pulled back when I groaned (possibly came off as slightly complained?) how thick he was, but he was unrepentive. That's how it should be - so deep down I was fine with it. He told me to breathe and I knew that, but fuck the impact hit every sensory nerve, and yes, I forget to breathe through those situations.

I did get a hold of myself and let him all the way back in. He kept telling me I could take it, since I already got fucked that day and still had a load up my ass. He kept plugging away, and told me that I would have to get used to his dick, not just for this time, but for other fucks coming my way from him.

We settled into a nice rhythm, and his cock always made me feel full. The earlier dick I had taken was about the same length but much much thinner. It was a nice full feeling, but still, he was stretching the hole - and he knew it. Hell, he loved making sure I knew it too.

He asked me to pass him the poppers and I suspected those would help him finish the job.

As he pumped more and continually deep, he told me to tighten up my hole. I did - he responded to it. The pumping, the poppers, the grip put him at the edge. Over the edge, eventually.

He made me ask for it. He made me tell him what I wanted, and what he wanted to hear. "I fucking want your load up my ass", I said. There were possibly other adjectives up there, but one can't always remember in the heat of sex. You get the gist of it.

He exploded up my ass. It was a nice big load too - or certainly felt like it. When he withdrew, even a little blop of cum hit the floor. I liked that.

After, we did go out to dinner and things were good - except for his mocking me saying "it's tooooo thick".

He did it to get a rise out of me, and to pat himself on the back.

Bred by a Bear

6'2", 210, bald. Save him being almost 30 lbs heavier, he rivaled me when it came to stats. Well, his cock was about one inch shorter, but other than that......... Oh, and he was about 10 years younger than me. But that's it.

We chatted via Manhunt - he lived all of 4 miles from me. We never connected. And then we did. The MH chat was vague at first - and then he was quite clear: "I want to breed you" Well, you can't fight a tidal wave.

Confusion on where we were doing this was high. He kept telling me abouts where he lived. When pressed it was: "Oh, I can't host". Well, then why the fuck do I care where you live? But by this point, I was in heat and invited him over. He arrived in 10 minutes.

Whiter than his pics made him look, as I had assumed he was of mixed race, I guess it was just lighting. He wanted to kiss, which normally I can take or leave. He was an ok kisser, but nothing to write home about, just blog about, I guess.

I did drop to my knees to show him my oral skills. He seemed impressed, but that's not why he came over - on either of our parts, so that demonstration lasted only a few minutes. He showed me his skills do, which I was not expecting. Oral talents were highly rated, for as much as I even bother getting that done. Again, I had no desire to get off that way....if at all.

I had put out lube, and while he saw it, he looked down at his cock and drooled a nice wad of spit onto it. Nice. With me on my back, he then positioned the head of his cock in my crack. After a few attempts and insertion, I guided his dick about a half an inch south to where it found the opening. He pushed in. I accepted it.

No time for adjustment, he just plunged. I was ok. His 7" fit nicely. And that man could plunge. Over and over. Hitting sides of my inner walls that made me feel each push. While he asked if felt alright, it is not like he stopped doing what he was doing to really care about my pleasure. Yes, there is a certain mental satisfaction in that - for both of us. I get that mindset does not work for all of us. It does for me. It seemed to for him.

After 15 minutes, he couldn't seem to keep erect. He wanted to wash up a little and I took him to the bathroom. There I got a better idea.

I turned on the shower and stepped in, then invited him to join. He did.

I was wicked erect still, painfully so. He played with my nipples and I had to tell him to stop. I was afraid of shooting. I was afraid to tell him that, thinking he'd play with them to get me to shoot.

I turned around, ass towards him but he didn't think he could fuck again. Didn't think he'd get hard again. Hard enough, anyways.

With soap in my hand, I got a good lather up and worked his dick. I soaped my ass too and his fingers found it. With the my hand, and his playing with my nipples and ass, we were good to go again in a few minutes.

He turned me toward the far wall and told me to bend over. In his soapy cock went up my ass. He POUNDED for another good five minutes as hot water poured over his body. I got some sprinkles of water, and the open air was cool on my skin. He gave it like man, I took it like one.

He asked those words I've heard so often, "do you want my load?".

What I wanted to say was, "duh!", as he told me he wanted to breed me, which got him the fucking invite in the first place. And he didn't ask in a way which was rhetorical and hot at the same time - and I think you know how I mean. He phrased it like it was all new to him and was asking if I wanted more potatoes with my meal.

Of course, I answered in the affirmative - in almost a pleading way, "yes! yes, I want it all".

His groans echoed off the tile walls. His cum hit my inner ones. A five day load.

We stood in the water has he rinsed off. He asked if I was going to cum. I considered it, but opted to let my now abused, painful dick, stay that way and go limp. It wasn't time to cum. I was there to take it, not shoot it.

Son

Fuck - he's young enough to be my son.

Granted, I would have been a father senior year of high school for him to be my son, but it might have been the biggest age difference - older to younger - that I have ever done. Sure, I was happy being the 'son' to many older men when I was 15 years younger than this kid.

Kid is a strong word. He's 30. He looks younger. Much younger. Nary a hair on him that isn't atop his head or at his bush. Not necessarily my style at all. And he's cute as hell.



The Kid (never got a name), contacted me on Manhunt. 6'1", maybe 160 and 8". His messaged had been on and off ,back and forth for months. Him to me. I'd never pursue him for a number of reasons - for the most part I do like older than that, I do like men with hair, but then again, there was something about his cuteness. A slight cockiness in his face. That appeals to me.

I am past my partying days and I know that hooking up with young can cause a conflict in these regards. So, we had texted back and forth for a few days and at 10:30a one day he was just getting up. I'd been up for hours at this point, but opted to swing by his place.

The Kid was not quite out of bed when I showed up but prepped enough to have a bottle of poppers at his bedside (probably from the night before) and both a TV and laptop playing porn. A nice touch, but unnecessary.

He dropped his shorts and I felt his hardening boner. It grew quickly, and to its full advertised inches. Oddly enough it is not what I went after first.

The boy had such a nice, albeit, hairless body, I just felt his chest and abs and then around to his globes. I started from the back with my tongue. I bent him over the bed and at his unshowered ass. I dove in between his cheeks and ate that crack and hole of his. He responded in kind - or in the manner to which I expected for an ass eating.

He took it well, but we both knew that wasn't what I was at his place for. He really wanted to fuck me, but I wasn't prepared for it and I don't think he was either - not that just waking up is a detriment to sticking a cock up a guy's ass.

had him turn over on his bed, sitting on the edge and lowered my head to his erection. The sinking of my mouth down his shaft to his bush elicited a nice long moan. The boy was a moaner. I like moaners. It lets me know I'm doing something correct - at least for that one person. Each feeder is different and has their own likes.

At one point, he scooted himself back onto the bed and propped himself with pillows. I got between his legs and took his rod all the way down my throat. All 8". I worked that dick for a good more 10 minutes before he couldn't hold back.

I would have loved to suck longer, but truth be told, I had a deadline and things to do. I was already going out of my way to be there in the first place. I went for it.

With vigor, I went for it. The dick. His load. I got both.

Telling a buddy later, he asked what the load was like. It was plentiful, the way a 30 year old can shoot, but it was thin and lacked taste. I like a thicker more tasty load, but really that's not what it's about for a guy who sinks to his knees - is it? It's a plus, but that's not the main objective. It's not mine anyways.

He showed me to the door and realized he was up way too late, as the trash had already been picked up.....and one piece getting in my car and leaving.

Scruff / Recon BJ

A while back I got a 90 day free access to Recon. It's not a bad site, but like other, it's a lot of looking and not a lot of doing. But there I noticed a man not far from me. Mind you, it was one in the morning, but I was clearly awake. And yes I was ready.


I had also seen this man on Scruff, but his profile on Recon was a bit more descriptive of being 100% "active". I put 80% passive in my profile - and I think I lowered that percentage to keep some guys interested that they'd get that 20%, but really that wasn't likely.

But in theory the guy had it, even though this first night we was all talk - clearly not intending to meet up.

The man was older - 57 - but in decent shape. He was considerably shorter that myself, and that is probably my biggest "complaint". No biggie.

Dick was nice (6.5 - 7") and uncut. I don't see, suck or fuck, a lot of uncut pricks. Even hard he had skin. But in some ways I like them. The heads underneath that skin always seem larger, shinier, smoother. It is a nice change up from the everyday cut folks.

When we did get together, he came from work - dressed to the nines. Beautiful Suit. Cuffs. French collar. Impeccably shined shoes.

We chatted for a minute, but with all the texting between Scruff and Recon, we both knew what I was there for. His cock. My mouth.

At first the blowjob was on my terms. I took it out. I worshiped the hardening flesh. I licked it, of course. Sucked too. But it was how I did it that made the difference. I put my energy into listening to his body, his sighs, his noises. I figure out what he responds to, as a feeder. This guy liked it all.

At some point he took more control, but I'll be honest, for someone who claims to be "100% active" and from the discussions we had, he really was not in charge. I was. I can deal with that and let him think he is, but even he knew he wasn't. He was in front of me to be serviced and maybe that was his control.

I could deep throat that shaft. I'd get my tongue under that foreskin and taste that wetness trapped there. I'd tickle his nuts with the same tongue. I'd chew on the dick. I stimulated all of the sense - or at least tried.



He braced himself against the wall with his hand. I thought he'd do it to fuck my face, but it was really just to steady himself against a really really good blowjob - if I say so myself.

This went on for about 30 minutes before I took him to and over the edge. He had told me he shot thick heavy loads of cum. In this he did not fib. Copious amounts of sperm came from his dick in ropes that coated the inside of my mouth - me missing not one drop. Even after he pulled out and squeezed his shaft, more came from that than most guys pop off during the act. No worries. I got all that too.

A few days later I got a text from him, wanting to do another go-round at some point. He wasn't pushing and somewhat non-committal, and that was ok. He was fun. But I made an comment to him saying hope he liked it. His response was a pretty nice endorsement of me. So if any of you need references......

Beyond a shadow of a doubt that was the best blow job I've ever received, period. I thought I was going to pass out. One of my most intense orgasms come to think of it. You are a master at it.

A highly educated man approaching 60 who advertises himself as 100% active, you have to figure he's had his share of oral experiences over the decades. I'm taking this as high praise.

His Dead Sister's Apartment

How's that for a fucking blog title? Got your attention, I bet!

He was on-line at Scruff and I was about to send him a message when I saw I already had a few weeks before. But got no response.

He was hot. He was hairy. He was HOT.

What he also was, was a guy I played with a few years back in DC. I clearly didn't realize it when I messaged him weeks before, but all of the sudden I had this trigger of...."hey, wait a sec....".

I messaged him again and reintroduced myself. I also called him by name, since I remembered it. You tend to remember a guy like this. "David".

He was thrilled I remembered and he had not forgotten me. ...and he was three miles away, not 300.

As it turns out David was staying at his mother's house while helping out for a long weekend. He was there to clean out his sister's apartment after her untimely death. I assumed the time for sex was not this weekend. I did offer to meet him for a beer. He said he'd think about it.

The next morning he texted me and asked how the day was. I was just starting work, he was just getting going himself. It was miserable cold and pouring rain. He said he needed to be distracted. I don't think he was talking about having a beer. I took the bait. 10 minutes later I was in my car. 10 minutes after that, I was at the apartment.

His recently deceased sister's apartment.

As cold and miserable as it was outside, it was just as cold in, as I'm assuming the super had turned off the heat. No one was living there, only someone stopping by to clear out the stuff.

Immediately we kissed. Last time we did too. David is an incredibly handsome man and obviously has a good body to boot. He is fun to make out with. ...and to play with.

There was some sucking - me on him. He played with my nips and you all know what that does to me. In short order, I was soon kneeling on his sister's bed and he was slipping he his salami.

It felt fucking great: his cock, his hairy chest on my back. But he couldn't sustain the hard-on and I can't really blame him. Besides being freezing in the apartment, he was fucking me on his dead sister's bed!!!! That has to be a bit weird, no?

And there was timing issues. I know he was watching the clock as his sister's boss was showing up to collect her laptop and work items and then someone was coming to pick up the furniture, as they had purchased it.

Not only was I getting fucked on the bed of deceased woman, but breaking it in for a new owner. I have zero shame.

So that didn't work, but that's ok. He wanted to suck me and that was ok. David has a great mouth and I wanted to make him feel better about what he was doing there, even though getting sucked was not on my agenda. And I did provide him with a big warm load too.

In a way, I thought that might be the end of it. But he was hoping I would do down on him. Of course I would.

Truth be told, like many men, after I cum, I can sort of lose interest in sex. Getting off can be a very selfish act even when it is not intended to be. We are a slave to our bodies and minds though. That is just how mine typically works. You know I give my body to a few - as you've read, but when my dick spurts, I can't always help what happens next.

David was in luck, I went to my knees and took that beautiful cut cock into my mouth. It still had some of my ass taste on it, but that was ok. I got that cleaned off in a minute and went to work.

While still watching the clock, I know he was having trouble concentrating and getting erect - or staying erect. I am 90% it was not me.

After about 10 minutes of sucking he just FLOODED my mouth. Just a ton of cream. There was no warning. There was no sound. I gladly swallowed it all, knowing I had helped out a man in need.

I pulled off, smiled and stood up to kiss him. He looked confused.

He says to me, "if you give me a minute, I'm sure I can cum for you". I had to tell him he just did - and the amount he gave. He looked surprised. He had not even realized he had ejaculated.

So he says, "if you give me a minute, I guess I can cum for you again". And he did. A load as big as the first, if not bigger. Talk about a surprise.

We parted knowing he would have visitors arriving in the next 5-10 minutes and that I had to get back to work. Totally worth delaying the start of my day.

Piss and Vinegar

It was a new scene for me. Well some of it.

I was out of town and looking around some of the adult social media "dating" sites. Lots of promise. Lots of close by folks. Lots of flakes. Same old - same old.

One guy was close by, but he was pretty much all bottom - sub even. 41, 6'3", 215 lbs.

I never know why I change gears once a year, but I was in the mood to get off. He was convenient. Twice. Twice in two days, that is. And now and again, I like to flex my proverbial muscle of if I can top. The results are very mixed.

I'll give the guy this, he had a great mouth. Smooth, warm, and it could hit every inch of me without every finding any of this tooth enamel. That has been hard to find with most cocksuckers.

He showed and I was in the zone. My cock was rock hard. I made him chew on it through my boxer briefs. He wetted those down and made me harder.

Once out, he showed me he had years of experience. Lots and lots - something like me. For reasons unknown his sub abilities kept me hard, at least for a while.

The guy was good with his mouth. I had him lick my balls and it just sent me over the edge - in my mind, not from my shaft. I didn't cum then.

I spread my legs and with body language prompted him to go lower. He did - with gusto. The guy was an expert ass eater. Since I had been traveling for a day, I knew I wasn't out of the shower fresh, and he didn't mind, which gave him additional credit in my book.

But the longer this all went on, the harder it was for me to maintain my top-ness (i.e. my erection). Had I been the one sucking, licking and eating, I'd have had a boner for days. This just showed my limitations for being a top.

I did finish myself off by hand while he fingered my hole. I dumped my load in his mouth. He swallowed. He kept holding my soft cock in his mouth and just wouldn't take it out. Eventually I made him get off it. Then he left. ...but it did get my thinking.

The next night he messaged me again, wanting more. I had no other prospects and I was just coming back from a dinner and was pretty well lit.

I was still professionally dressed when he got there, and in my top mood.

He came over and I let him unzip me. He sucked me, he took off my footwear and socks. He put my cock in his mouth again and I just told him not to move. He did and didn't obey my command. He did not go up and down on my cock, but he would contract his mouth/throat that would upset the order of that I intended.

With so much booze and water in me, I had to go and my theory was from the night before, he held his mouth on me waiting for some piss. He didn't get it that night, but he would this one.

It took me a bit to work up to the flow, but I did and I thought I controlled it quite nicely. This guy wasn't stupid, and while I said nothing about pissing in his mouth, the telling him to hold still and the wait had to inform him exactly what was to happen.

However, as much as I controlled the flow, he had trouble keeping up. Gagging. Coughing. Annoying. After multiple attempts and mouthfuls for him, I just pushed him off my dick and let the rest of my bladder empty into the hotel toilet. Still the ability to just piss in his mouth was a hot concept for me. The feel of that urine just flowing from my cock into him was hot.

He kept apologizing over and over for failing. I didn't let him off the hook or accept his apology. A real top wouldn't, right?

He went back to sucking, licking and then I rolled over for him eating my ass. Here's a little clip of that.

I will fully admit to somewhat dozing off for a few minutes as this guy ate my ass for 45 minutes at least. Hey, I was hammered! This tongue up my hole was a great feeling, and he never was getting tired and digging in while I just fucking relaxed. I'm not sure he was any the wiser that I had a few minute siesta.

But once again, I had to bring myself off by hand into his mouth. Not the ideal.

The next day, via the social media, he apologized for his not being able to take my piss. I wasn't too worried. I wasn't going to see him again, even though he did request a third meet-up. I didn't care about disappointing him, I just didn't want to disappoint myself.

In My Tribe

So chalk up another visitor that it has been years between sightings.

I know "Jeff" from acquaintances, he's also been at my gym now and again and I've seen him at shul. For all those instances, we don't really know each other as we run in separate groups. He's also married with kids in college or late in high school. I had sucked him once - years ago. We jacked off once too in the locker room of my gym, but we never touched each other there - just mutual admiration jacking.

Out of the blue, I get an email from him asking if I was free, as he was near the neighborhood. As I am always happy to see Jeff, the timing worked out that I was not busy. He stopped by 10 minutes later.

Looking good as always, Jeff is about 6', 180, greying hair and a very handsome face. As I had not seen him in two years (and more), he'd added a few pounds but nothing major, just a little noticeable. We went inside.

There was a little chit chat about some mutual people from Temple and such, but overall it was down to business. His business in my mouth.

Not that being married really has a thing to do with it, but Jeff doesn't really suck dick. He doesn't mind looking at it or even touching it, stroking it, but he is a feeder. That's fine, because I am an eater. And he has a decent always rock hard 7" on him. Cut, of course. And clearly a nice helmet head.

He sat down and undid his tie. I took care of unbuttoning his shirt. I played with the nipples on his clipped chest. He appreciated the work with my fingers and my mouth. He liked it a lot.

Then I went and undid his belt, his claps and zipper. For a minute I gnawed a little on his grey briefs which was holding back his hard seven inches. The fabric wasn't winning. A few more sessions like this and that poor cotton would be in tatters - from my teeth or the strain of being stretched to kingdom cum.

I did then unleash the beast. Ok, 7" might not be a beast, but the man for being 50-ish, has a cock that is like steel and without the need for any performance enhancing drugs. It is a great piece of meat.

Jeff is very vocal. I forgot about that with him. I attempted to video the session, but did not get far. First round, the camera wasn't even facing towards us/me. But I did get a little audio of how it started. As we went along, it was much more vocal - on his part. On my part, my mouth was full.



I sucked. I licked. I nibbled. I chewed. I gnawed. I deep throated. I took his face fucking. I edged. Oh, how I edged.

I think I could have gotten Jeff off in five minutes, but I had no desire for it to go that quickly. So I repeated all the steps in the above sentence another three or four times.

But eventually the launch code had been activated and there was no way of shutting it down. He said, "I can't stop........I can't" - almost an announcement, almost apologetic. Almost. "OH I'M GONNA SHOOT!!!!!!!! as he pumped a fucking huge huge load into me. It just kept volleying out of there like he had not dumped his nut in weeks. Maybe he hadn't.

After I took the mouthful(s) of seed, he pushed me off, "No No No, it's too sensitive." But after he took a few gasps of air, and I made sure the load was securely down my throat and into my belly, I did go up and take that last pearl of semen off his piss slit and savor it like a good cocksucker would.

We've made no plans for another get together, but one day, I'll see him or hear from him. It might be a while, but he's always welcome.

Facial

I had not seen him in years - sexually, that is.

I had seen him around town, but we had not "played" for quite a bit. I always forget why where are lapses, until I'm with him and it comes back. I'll forget again and it will happen again - but not for a while.

"Owen" is a decent looking guy. Handsome. He's big too. Bigger than me. Maybe 6'4" or 6'5". Not fat, but had put on weight in the last few years. He's bigger down there too - pushing 9" when fully hard.



But Owen also has a penchant for doing it in basements or storage lockers in his apartment building. And while I have certainly done it there and not minded, but when a better space is available, why not take it?

He sent an email out of the blue - I mean, it had been years. "Any chance I can jam my cock down your throat this week?" he wrote. I replied, "How about now?" We met up in 20 minutes.

I truly believe he was disappointed not to use a dark and dingy place for me to get on my knees, but we had better and warmer accommodations. He brought poppers. He brought lube. I wasn't prepped for the lube since that wasn't the tone of the email and the short turn-around time of contact to meeting. And his size. 9" is a lot to take.

We got right down to it. He wanted to kiss, but I did not - and it wasn't just the cold sore on his lip, but that was partially it, if truth be told.

While down on my knees he told me he wanted to objectify me. I wasn't sure what he meant by that. I don't think he knows what he meant by that.

And here's what struck me about Owen this time, which it never has....I'm not sure he's all there. Something doesn't fire or trigger, some capacity in mental ability seems just a bit short. I'm phrasing this as nice as possible because I'm not sure that is it, but he seems a bit off and I think that is the reason for the years in lapse of our get togethers. It is off-putting to me. He's like a gentle giant who doesn't know he'd physically hurt someone and just be happy as a clam if he did because the ability to know that doesn't exist.

He stood while I was on my knees. He sat back in a chair, while I was on my knees. He hovered over me as I was on my back. All times I fed on his cock. And it feels great in my mouth. I hope my mouth feels good on his cock too.

Perhaps it is my ability, or perhaps it is his 9 fat inches, but it was never fully hard. Usually it is, but not this time.

It didn't matter, he took that task into his own hand. I'm not one for helping a guy along with my fist, and would rather finish the job without their intervention, but he didn't consult me and I knew he was on a tighter timeline.

I wasn't expecting a few things: one - that he would get off so quickly after starting to jack his cock which never achieved full hardness even with his manipulation. two - that going by his email about getting a load down my throat, that he wouldn't actually put it in my mouth. three - the amount of that load.

Number three is my fault. He has shot on my face before and it was quite remarkable the volume of semen he produces. And it's thick. Some of the thickest goo I have ever had the pleasure of receiving. But fuck - the volume.

You can see below what he produced. What you don't see is that I had already swallowed about one-third of it that did go in my mouth or that I had licked from my lips.

As soon as he was done shooting, he stood up and went and just gazed out the window, like a child.

Maybe he did know what "objectify" means.

No Bells. No Whistles.

The next day I got a text asking if I wanted a repeat of yesterday.

Deep down I knew while we might get together, there'd be no true repeat.

The arrival was more unceremonial. There was no kissing, little touching and none of it on the stair case. It was directly to the room where I was told there would be no bells or whistles. Just fucking.

For the record, there wasn't just fucking. I neglected to mention that the day before there was also ass-eating, one of my favorite things to do in the sexual world. And I'm a champ at it. This guy has a great hole to eat and he really is into having a guy go to town on it. Or at least this guy.

Before we got down to fucking on this day, I did ask if I could eat his ass some more. He said, he didn't have time to clean.

When it comes to eating ass, their is squeaking clean, clean, manly and just downright dirty. I rarely will to the last of the list, but the others are ok and I'd rather work my way backwards from Manly to Clean. ...and this is a guy who is never ever going to let himself be part of the downright dirty category. He just isn't.

He was borderline clean/manly. I went at it with gusto. He responded in kind. I like the verbal validation, even if there are no actual formed words. I speak horned up pig as a second language.

This time the pillow in the room was for his head. And a new position for us: him on his back, me sitting on and riding his dick.

Well, not so much riding. I did. But he was active too.

The cock felt incredible as it placed it against my hole and it slid right in. I could tell by his face he enjoyed it too. This fuck took longer than the day before. Two to three times longer. I don't think either of us wanted it to end. I can't really speak for him, but I'd say he had to work a little harder for this climax.

Maybe it was his day. Maybe the position. Maybe that I drained a HUGE load out of him the day before. Maybe all of the above.

Make no mistake, he came and I did get the load. No surprise it was coming, as he talked as it was about to happen. I gave words of encouragement because I wanted to show him I wanted it. In reality, he knew I wanted it. In reality, he didn't care if I did or not, and that I was going to get it.

I did get a shot of his cock up my ass though. Actually, there is video, but I'm not sure I'll post that for a bit.